Poems of Old

So I couldn't think of anything to write about since I stared at my nails all day at work and kept thinking that I need to do them. I still haven't done them, and they desperately need it. So instead I will post a poem I wrote in my creative writing class in college. The last poem I just found and added on to it. As you can see I was very bitter. Probably still am. Enjoy.

One Moment

One moment was all it took
For me to fall in love with you.
Staring into your brown eyes
I just knew, we were meant to be.

For me to fall in love with you
I took a great leap in faith.
I just knew, we were meant to be
When I became mesmerized gazing into your eyes

I took a great leap in faith
The night I allowed you to tenderly kiss me so.
When I became mesmerized gazing into your eyes
I thought nothing could shatter our love.

The night I allowed you to tenderly kiss me so
I did not realize you were playing me for a fool.
I thought nothing could shatter our love
Who was I to know that your heart was captured by another.

I did not realize you were playing me for a fool
Because my soul was given completely to you.
Who was I to know that your heart was captured by another
Now I understand the joke is on me.

Because my soul was given completely to you
Staring into your brown eyes.
Now I understand the joke is on me
One moment was all it took.


Love is...

Love is the empty feeling I get in the pit of
my stomach whenever I think of him.
Love is the sigh of relief I receive when he talks
to me.

Love is a song that rings in my ear.
Love is a fire consuming me whole.

Love is the blood rushing through my body as
he kisses the delicate skin on my neck.
Love is the tears raining down my cheeks as he
breaks yet another promise to me.

Love is a fairytale that never quite meets your expectations.
Love is a dream that bends your reality until you can’t even see straight.

Love is the whisper in my ear warning me not
to trust him.
Love is the smile on my face as he grasps my hand
when we are walking.

Love is a puzzle and I’m just trying to make the pieces fit.
Love is a constant fight and I don’t believe I’m winning the battle.

Love is the steady beating of his heart beneath
my ear as we lie in bed.
Love is the panic I feel everytime
he leaves me.

Love is a shadow creating darkness when there should be light.
Love is a long forgotten memory.